Pobre Citos

I can always tell when my diet has gone to hell and I haven't been to the gym by how little it takes to set me off. Such was the case this morning when I was at a use-tax training/information session for the business managers at the university. Everyone in the room could have easily fit in the first 4 rows, but most people were sitting 8-10 rows back. These are not high school students. These are 30, 40 and even 50 something degree holding professional university employees who should know how to set an example for others. As it would happen, one of the speakers had a soft voice and could not reach the microphone, which didn't work well anyway. The people in the back kept yelling that they could not hear her. As their frustration grew they began yelling microphone using directions to her, but nothing could be done to have her reach, let alone use the malfunctioning equipment. It took a whole flotilla of Viking warriors to keep me from telling them to move their bony/fat asses to the front. I did exclaim that they should sit in the front without mentioning anything about their bodily proportions. Fortunately nobody heard me, because my reputation in this crowd is already well circulated. This is pathetic that a group of educated adults sits far from the front then complains that they are deprived of the information presented. Pin heads. Twits. State employees. Vacuum headed, vestigal brained bimbos. The good news is I was able to make it to the gym and work off some of my aggrevation.

Extra Lazy Monday.

Today ended with extreme laziness. Despite having a refrigerator full of leftovers, our daughter talked us into doing a frozen pizza thing. Now how lazy does one have to be to bake a frozen pizza instead of reheating leftovers? In case anyone is wondering, the leftovers consist of oven roasted red potatoes, green beans and chicken cordon bleu. Oh, there is also peach cobbler and lemon pie - all home made. We promise to have the leftovers tomorrow.

Easily Influenced

I sit here watching television and have the sudden urge to run out and buy a box of lavender lilac Gain laundry detergent and a vanilla whatever Swiffer. Unfortunately, I will not have any money left after I buy a Clapper. It's probably all for the best as the vapors from the detergent could mix with the vapors from the Swiffer and have the same result as mixing bleach with ammonia. I wonder when they will come out with scents for men. They could have beer and pizza scented soaps, and motor oil and tire rubber after shave.

No More Pencils...

Kim finished the third grade today and is all set for her summer day camp which starts tomorrow. The program is called 'Mountain Jacks Kids Camp/Dolphin Day Camp" and is run by the recreation center of Northern Arizona University. She was in it last year and had a great time and is hoping for the same this year.

The season's over. Waaaaah!

Thus endeth another season of hockey. At least the Pens made the Red Wings work a little for it, and at least I like Detroit enough not to be too upset. They are such a disciplined well oiled team stocked with well seasoned players. As tired as I am of them, I usually wind up admitting to myself that they deserve to win. If the stanley cup could talk, it would tell some wild tales.

Soft Drinks For The Kiddies

If one were to mix a Roy Rogers with a Shirley Temple, would the result be a hog-tied Shirley?

Poor dejected doggie

Our dog Bear is having a hard time lately as she does not understand that I am yelling "No no no no no no!" at the T.V. when the wrong team is about to score a goal. She is even at the point where she leaves the room and avoids me. I've tried explaining the blue lines to her, but she seems disinterested and confused.